The air seemed to freeze.
At that moment, following Ji Jue's words, pairs of bloodshot, fanatical eyes seemed to burn with fire as they turned toward Lian Cheng. All he could feel was suffocation.
Those gazes were like life-taking nooses, one after another slipping around his neck.
Gradually tightening.
There was no escape from that bone-deep chill.
The aberrations he had once commanded and toyed with like puppets had, under Ji Jue's control, become blades hanging over his head...
The sudden shift made Lian Cheng feel as though he had fallen into hell.
He still remembered the vigorous vitality and flourishing abundance throughout the Time Ruins when his plan had begun a few days ago. But how had it suddenly turned into the place where he would be buried?
He was drenched in sweat.
Lian Cheng stared fixedly at Ji Jue across the table, gasping violently. He almost wished he could immediately become the Calamity Beast on the second floor, open his mouth and bite this damned little bastard to death right here—crush his bones, eat his flesh, and make him wail for days without release!
But if he hesitated any longer, the one reduced to pieces would likely be himself.
He had no choice anymore.
"Fine..."
He forced the word out through clenched teeth, struggling to maintain a smile. Yet there was no Mirror to show just how grotesque and strained that smile was.
Then, he saw Ji Jue on the other side of the table... slowly raise both hands.
With overflowing enthusiasm, he offered applause.
Then, one clap after another sounded in overlapping succession, until thunderous applause and tidal cheers filled the bizarre meeting room. The dean and the other doctors couldn't help but raise their hands to wipe their faces, their eyes blurred with tears as they